Warmth

I dream of a summer's night, when the moon is at its fullest, shadowing nay dimming the brightest stars. When the elusive breeze tickles the blades of the coconut leaves...and they let out a crackle or two and a silence follows full of the music of crickets and a solitary bird as if trying to reach home like a commuter frantically dashing towards the last ferry boat. 

I dream of a summer's night where the sweetest mango ushers in a sense of melancholy of how effervescent things are...pop, the bubble of each moment bursts...how temporary and how delightful only in memory. Is that why life tastes so sweet and alluring...pop...the bubbles of time burst. We are here now and we won't be in the next..moment...in the next bubble ...pop!

I dream of a summer's night which brings back memories of childhood, warmth, tiny victories of daily struggles, all made good with the knowing that all will be well when I get back home. 

I dream of a summer's night that brings in a new promise of the changing but exciting times and till then all is well and all is good in the warmth of this homely space and time. 

I dream of a summer's night ...reading Murakami and sipping some sprite in a coffee mug...a late night delight. 

I dream of the summer's night in the cold landscape of my troubled mind, 

I dream of a summer's night, a wish for a sweet sweet lullaby. 

~warmth~